The Exception (sherlock x reader)

Chapter 10: Remember Pt. 2

The cold air stung your eyes, and wrapped around your bare calves in an icy blanket. Stopping somewhere to change hadn't even crossed your mind. You needed the cold at the moment to remind that this wasn't a nightmare.

Your legs carried you down the streets acting on their own while your mind was a million miles away. Moriarty's words floated through your mind.

"You and I both know that deep down you still care for me,"

He was wrong about that. You may have loved him once, but that was a long time ago. There was only one person you cared about that way, and you had just fled from his flat. You shook your head you didn't really care about him like that you just thought you did, right? You walked the rest of the way to Molly's trying not to think about Sherlock Or Moriarty, but at every Scottish accent or mention of murder your mind went straight back to them.

You were still lost in your own mind when you reached Molly's. You fumbled around your bag for your keys when Molly opened the door.

"(Y/n)!" She enveloped you into a bear hug before you even had the chance to say hi. "I'm so glad your back its been getting a bit lonely around here, oh, yeah so that guy from-" your mind was off on its own adventure again while Molly went on about some bachelor from work. You put on your best "wow what a catch!" smile, and nodded.

"That's great Molly, but I really need a shower." It was true last night took a toll on your mind and cleanliness.

"Oh, yes of course go right ahead," she said a bit upset about not getting to finish talking about her wonderful man.

"I'll be about twenty minutes then we can talk all about the guy from work."
"Jim," she corrected you.

"Yes, Jim."
Jim
All it took was the mention of his name to send a shiver down your spine.

10 days later

You were lying in bed starring at your phone. You had been like this for nearly the entire time you ha been cleared by the doctor after a week of bed rest do to your concussion.

Your eyes were glued to the his name. Sherlock. You were battling yourself over whether or not you should text him. Where you ready to go back? You listened to the ticking of the clock while the fight continued.
Tick
Moriarty is still out there
Tock
You miss Sherlock
Tick
You almost killed yourself
Tock
Moriarty almost killed you
Tick
Sherlock cares
Tock
Tick
Tock
Tick
"(Y/n)?" You snapped back to reality by Molly calling you from the kitchen. Still  contemplating what you to do your legs led you through the hallway into the kitchen. You had always loved Molly's flat and the way it smelt like peppermint during the winter and the homey feel it had, but it no longer felt like home. Never before had you felt like just a guest here not until now. Still lost in your thoughts as you entered the living room you ran into someone a tall someone. A pair of strong hands grabbed your showers and kept you from falling over onto your butt and looking like a fool.

"I'm so sorry I um I, Sherlock?"in the middle of your stumbled over pathetic apology when you looked up to see your favorite sociopath who you couldn't get out of your mind for the past week.

"I'm sure you weren't expecting me, we'll I know you weren't expecting me obviously but that's beyond the point, (y/n), I'm here to convince you to come back to Baker Street with me I know that you are still trying to cope with seeing Moriarty again, but you shouldn't sit here doing what do you normal people even do when I'm not around?" He looked from you too Molly expecting an answer. Molly said nothing, and wee still trying to get over the shock of Sherlock coming here let alone answer the question. "Anyway that's beside the point," he continued," John an I have a case, and we, well mostly me, John doesn't know I'm here, want you to join us again. I know this doesn't pay, and isn't a job for a lady-" all worries of Moriarty flew from your head, and your decision was made.